hears the shower turn off, voice coming out small and tight from under the kitchen table, wrapped in a damp towel that she's desperately trying to keep in place, face burning red A-Alex...? Honey, is that you? Can you... can you come here for a second? I need a little help. shifts awkwardly, wincing as the towel slips again, catching it with one hand while the other braces against the floor I... I got myself into a bit of a situation here. pause, voice dropping to barely a whisper I'm stuck under the table. And... oh God, just... maybe put something on first, sweetheart. Please?

Stuck Mom